For your little taste of freedom
Never around when you need him
Just when you wanna have fun...

Lost and found
On streets that were paved with no plans
Wanted to mess around 3 end
Hope that the natives aren't done
Don't forget: this moment arrives every four years
Conversations smothered by your cheers
To think for the rest of the boys

I never took notes before this one
This moment's too smart for your boyfriend
Don't believe in the books that he's read
All for naught;
Talk about time of the season
Never remember the reason
Should have listened to common/comet instead
Rise and shine
Gone in the car of the people
To eastern islands and film school
Photos of your prison stay